The Injury
Michael:Thank you. Pam, messages please?
Pam:You didn't have any.
Michael:Really, well, it, uh, seemed very important to you earlier that you needed to stay and...
Pam:And do my job?
Michael:No, your job is being my friend, Pam. OW! God!
Dwight:[holding mini-fan] It slipped.
Michael:What?
Dwight:Sorry.
Pam:It's just that before, you said that you didn't want any special treatment.
Michael:I don't want any special treatment, Pam. I just want you to treat me like you would some family member who's undergone some sort of serious physical trauma. I don't think that's too much to ask.
Pam:Do you want some aspirin, because you seem a little fussy.
Michael:No, I don't want some aspirin, yeah I'm a little fussy. Aspirin's not gonna do a damn thing. I'm sitting here with a bloody stump of a foot.
Dwight:Hey, Pam, I'm assistant regional manager, and I can take care of him. Part of my duties are to.
Michael:What? Part of your duties are to what?
Dwight:What?
Michael:You just said 'part of your duties are to' something.
Dwight:No, I didn't.
Michael:Yes, you did. What is wrong with you?
Dwight:What is wrong with